𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖭𝖾𝗐

In all my days of life, I've always told myself that being infatuated with someone is pointless. Nothing but a waste of time that can break your heart.

And I was right.

Because the moment my eyes met his, I already knew that things were about to get far more difficult. When his eyes crinkled around the edges when he laughed, I felt my heart leap into my throat and the ground sway beneath my feet.

He leans on me so effortlessly as if he's known me for years. It makes my brain turn to mush.

Yet he belongs to someone else.

And I want them to be happy, feeling envious is nothing but a waste of bitterness that can be saved for someone who actually deserves it. As long as she makes him laugh and smile, I'm fine with him not being mine's to hold.

So yes, being head over heels for someone is a lovely thing that makes your days much brighter.

But it's a double-edge sword that mercilessly pierces the skin, making you wonder why you even picked up the blade in the first place.

What a waste of time.